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August 31, 2015
Now it came about in the thirtieth year, on the fifth day of the fourth month, while I was by the river Chebar among the exiles, the heavens were opened and I saw visions of God.
Our position in Christ notwithstanding, it is healthy and profitable to remember that our God is not like us. We may be created in His image, but that does not mean that He is on our level. Like Ezekiel, like Isaiah, like the apostle John, if we would suddenly find ourselves in His presence we would not grin and reach out a hand to shake His; we would not slap Him on the back and tell Him a joke; we would not offer our list of nagging questions about this and the other thing. No, in the presence of Father God we would—we one day will—fall on our face before Him, overwhelmed by His majesty and blinding holiness...